Chumbawamba - Desmond Lyrics
British champion for fifty yearsEasily beats all his challengersBored of always being the bestHed rather be like all the restMiscuing shots and fluffing smashesMissing the table and losing matchesNow with pressure from aboveHe was forced to carry onYoure the best, dont you want to win?To which he replied with a cheeky grinIm bored of always being the bestId rather be like all the rest!Desmond rebelled, now he plays for funHe loses a game now and thenHe enjoys it, though, playing for pleasureWithout the competition, without the pressureMiscuing shots and fluffing smashesMissing the table and losing matches